Intayazz8/8/2014 1:23 PMIn a tiny little bar above the forums, you should have the line of 'Forums: Search * Change Handle * Your Active Topics * Subscriptions * New Activity'

Karathinel7/30/2014 3:25 AMhrm.... Struggling to figure out how to change the character associated with the account, since only a couple of people ever met Kara. But this is Red / Spellfury.

Karathinel7/30/2014 3:21 AM*wave* I realize I kind of vanished a year ago and it's likely no one really remembers any more, but I actually have a bit of time for gaming again and figured I would see what people are up to?

Haeronel woke up, letting out a big yawn, With still sleepy eyes she looked about, it took a little while for her brain to recognize the wooden surroundings of the tavern. She heard the doors open and footsteps marching in her direction, she was too lazy to get up though.

Just five more minutes... She thought and she lay back down again, her paw over her snout, closing her eyes again when the tiredness took over again. But thn a rather annoyed voice reached her ears and with a soft sigh she opened her eyes again to look up to see who was being so moody so early in the morning. "Not you again!" The grumpy old bartender said, his apron all dirty from...well I guess no one really wants to know what was on that thing. "Get out of here you filthy street mud!" The bartender shouted, with his grey hair and wrinkled face, marched up towards Whisper and he attempted to grab her by her fur to throw her out.

No thank you! She thought. I have no idea where those hands have been! And I am a wolf, not a street mud thank you!

Whisper then jumped over the bar the moment the bartender tried grab her by her fur and she bolted for the exit. She could still hear the swearing and the shouting when she ran out the door, hell she could even hear the guy at the other side of the street.

The sun shone low in the air, indicating that it was still early in the morning. Whisper let out another yawn. Looking through the streets and then back at the tavern at the end of the street. The rusty nail, it said on the small sign outside of the tavern.

That is not the only thing that is rusty. She snickered and she walked down the street, now getting through the masses of people. Even though it was still rather early in the morning, the Marketplace was often, if not always very crowded with people. If it was not with citizens then it would be crowded with adventurers trying to make a name for themselves.

Whisper then slowly reached the marketplace in the centre of the Marketplace. Even though the market place was full of shops, here at the centre there were several stalls that sold mainly magical items. Above her head she heard a buzzing sounds, looking up she saw an airship passing by, she couldn't help but look at that massive thing and be in awe. She knew that Eland likes stuff like that and she could understand why.

Eventually she managed to pull her eyes from the large airship and when she looked at the square in the middle, the long cloth hanging like a tent over it. She slightly frowned when she saw that suddenly the square was mostly empty now, a few moments ago it was packed with people and now....its almost desolated.

Whispers then slowly moved forward, towards, well, she had no real direction really. She moves in some random direction and for some reason it almost felt like the people were all walking away from her.

She walked around a corner, another street, another one that is flowing empty and it was just so early in the morning! She sighed, knowing that the wandering better stops here. She hardly finished thinking that or thunder struck and the clouds have gone dark, thick raindrops fell down from the grey clouded sky.

That is just great... She thought, looking up to the clouded sky as the rain fell heavy on her fur coat. She then moved towards the Phoenix Tavern. One place where she hoped to find some shelter from the rain. But by the time she got there, she was completely soaked and as she crossed the bridge that went over several streets, she almost slipped and fell. Walking around a corner and then over several small steps, with the rain and the mud, the trip was rather...slippery.

Completely soaked from the rain she then finally reached the large door of the tavern. Someone entered before her, she couldn't see who but the door fell shut right before her nose.Darn it...She scratched and barked as the thick rain drops fell from the sky. WHisper lets out a groan as she had quite enough of the rain already! She barked and scratched at the door.

The door then opened and a Warforge stuck his metalic head out, it did not notice her instantly but after a small bark the metal-man looked down at the wolf. "You want to get out of the rain?"No, I am sitting here, barking at you for my own pleasure... Whisper thought annoyed. Of course you tincan, let me in! She barks at him, wagging her tail as she sat before the door, showing her best behavior But the Warforge then looked left and right and then shook his head at her "Sorry, doggy, cannot let you in, you do not have an owner with you." And he closed the door again before her nose.

What the?! You gotta be kidding me.... Whisper sighed, if she could show a human expression then it would've been a mixture of anger and annoyance. The rain fell down, even harder then before, and all Whisper could do right now was to sit, outside. She lets out a sad sigh, seeking a comfortable place in the mud as she then lays down to wait for the rain to stop....

((This is an open RP, everyone is free to reply IC and progress the story in whatever direction.))

The cry of gull's high above and the smooth crashing of wave's is all Elandethas heard as he awoke upon the beach along Stormreach's port-coast. Several empty bottles of the strongest alcohol he could find were littered around him in the sand. He could not help but sigh as he opened his eyes. Staring up into the clear blue sky's.

Moment's passed as he just lay there, much akin to being a rock-a living part of the landscape. Though it did not help his body was completely numb, or at-least felt numb. Unable to move his limbs for even a small distance from their original positions. Although he was quite content just to lay there and silently condemn those seagulls high above him.

Finally his body responded when he demanded it to. Arm's slowly raising from the sandy shore like the rising of some sunken ship from the abyss. Didn't take long after that till her could finally sit up. A deep groan escaped his lips as he felt the rush of throbbing pain to his head from the hangover of last night's jubilation.

"Goodness, why was that terrible substance created...Ritually poisoning one's self for enjoyment? However someone managed to come up with that certainly was a genius."

Even with none to speak to other then the sea and gull's above, he spoke as if analyzing his situation as much as some other fictional being's situation much akin to his own. Though he really was just talking to himself. And he was speaking truth. They -are- a genius.

Several groans later he managed to stand. Dusting his clothes off from all the sand which had accumulated upon him. Not much time was given to this task, so he began his slow walk over the beach back towards Stormreach. Taking in the welcome sight of the ships docked at the pier.

Though his eyes did rise to the sky when he saw a large sky-craft hover overhead and towards the center of the city. Knowing deep down one day he would have one for himself, so he could travel anywhere and everywhere he wished.

It was not long till it began to rain and he just continued his long march back towards the pier. Laughing gently to himself about nothing in particular.

Air was smart for being just a dog. Her paws clamped around the handel of the door and with a slight twist and push the tavern door opened. She let out a muffled woof and peaked outside for her fellow animal.

Though Cog wasn't the type to let in any old stray from the rain, somewhere in that metal frame was a soft spot animals. Sure he wasn't going to let Whisper in but that wasn't to say Cog's own dog wouldn't do it for him.

Air woofed again.

*Pages in a book*I don't make the rules, I just follow them... Because it makes you angry.
"If all the world
was painted dark, and all the skies turned grey, then please tell me
[if you could] when would it be 'day'?"~ MidnightRyoko

Whisper looked up, tilting her head at the dog that had pushed its head just outside the door. If she could grin then this would definetly be the moment she would grin.

Thanks! She thought and she barked happily at the dog outside. Quickly getting back up on her feet and moves herself inside as quickly as she could.

Once inside, Whisper shook off the water from her fur, the water and anyone who was even close to the door would be spraid with dog-smelled water. Being wet and not to mention muddy she barked thankfully at the dog that let her in.

Her eyes then scanned through the tavern, taking in all the poeple that were there....

The rain felt amazing to Elan as he walked up the wooden stairs towards the marketplace from the dock's. He never felt uncomfortable in such storm's, and had always enjoyed the lightning crashing. Flashes of blue light in his vision, imprinting their jagged shapes into his retina. Others scuttled away out of the rain as he calmly walked in the street. More then one person slipping on the mud or cobblestone, crashing into him or any nearby inanimate object.

Which just reinforced his belief of disliking much-if not all people deep down. Running away like sheep from a pack of wolves. It was only rain! Sure, Forged would rust and malfunction most likely in the rain. Though anyone else would be little to not affected at all by the water.

Maybe he should care more about the steel upon himself rusting, but he was far too caring of his equipment for that to happen. Always cleaning every last piece with large attention to each and every part of his armor. And especially the sword he always kept with him. It was his Mistress' teaching's anyway to keep everything you own and oneself always in perfect shape. Perfection and beauty applied to everything in his scope of thought.

At this point he gave a small silent prayer to his goddess. Sounding much akin to a song.

Bring forth great riches unto, -me and my own. For I shall deny death, and cheat lady luck, all in your name. Nothing shall stop me, as you are at my side. A coin for my mistress, may you never desert us.

None could hear this as he spoke, and few noticed the coin he tossed into the mud, to be trampled by passersby. Those who did notice, felt unsure to collect the coin from the armored man who had just abandoned it there.

And that was how he wanted it. Elan just continued slowly through the marketplace at this point, walking towards the Phoenix Inn.

Whisper marched through the tavern, eyeing everyone in it. She saw someone of the silver flame, drinking something from his clay mug, though he spilled half of it over his uniform, an old man sat at the bar, an empty bottle in his hand and his head resting on the counter as he drooled from his mouth. Whisper walked a bit further, in the distance she could see the musicians play their music and a ramp going up on her left, she stopped once she noticed the gap between herself and the musician's stage. Down below was another part of the tavern, there people challenged one another for coin or for fun.

Curiously she tilted her head at the battling that went on below, magic was cast, swords were swung, fists flew around, kicks were spread and so much more, it was one of those things she could never fully understand. But she did not really wished to dwell on it for too long as she simply watched the ongoing battle below....

The sound of an explosion rocked the pit below and several screams were heard drowning out the din of battle. The strong smell of ozone wafted up as a smoking figure climbed the ladder out of the pit. Reaching the top, only grins could be seen on his darkened and elfin features. The white crow's nest of hair on his head stark white compared to his dark complexion and framed his pointed ears.

He absentmindedly reached out to pet the dog there as he headed for the topmost section of the bar where he and his guildmates normally drank, parlayed and played. The strong smell of roses followed him as he went, though it fought to beat out the overpowering aroma of ozone that was there as well. Snapping his fingers a staff appeared in his right hand and he walked with steadfast purpose, whistling a little tune.

Whisper looked at the black elf, watching him curiously, she watched him climb up the ramp and heard a chair being pulled from under a table and she slowly followed. Climbing up the ramp as silently as she could, once up she carefully lifted her head above the tables to watch this creature curiously

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